"What is the meaning of life?"
It's the question that can never be truly answered.
Yet you probably still ask it.
What if you lived forever?
Would you still ask that question?
Perhaps. But it feels like something is lost when the specter of death disappears.
As if you were put on this Earth to experience just a tiny slice of existence
for some reason.
Before you leave forever.
What if someone else gave you a meaning?
Would that satisfy your answer to the question "what is the meaning of life"?
And if so, would you live life by this externally provided meaning?
Where's the fun in following someone else blindly?
The truth is
you find your own meaning to life.
You can believe that life
has no meaning.
That you have no true purpose
for existing at all.
You can believe that life is
to be enjoyed
to be savored
to be used in service of something greater than yourself.
You choose the answer to your own question.
Like most things in life
only you can give yourself
the true answers to your own questions.